Intended for mature audiences, ages 18 and up!
Kevin's Wet Dream
On Saturday morning I woke to warmth and wetness. The wetness was coming from my inside my boxers. My first thought was that I had cum in my sleep. Then I realized the warmth was coming from my friend Kevin. Kevin was sprawled on top of me with his head on the center of my chest and his legs wrapped around my left thigh. I knew we had gone to bed and when I had fallen asleep he had still been on his side of my big king size. My penis was hard, I realized, but it felt like it was pointed away from the wetness. I thought about it for a moment and identified a source of more warmth in my boxers that wasn't attached to me. I looked down and I could just barely see Kevin's hard penis poking out of the front of his boxers and up the left leg of mine. This was definitely an odd morning. I closed my eyes and decided to let Kevin wake up before moving. The wetness was not unpleasant and I liked the feeling of his dick in my shorts.
About fifteen minutes later I felt Kevin stirring. I was very horny at this point. I had spent the time wishing I had been awake while Kevin did whatever, exactly, he had done. Kevin's head rose slowly off of my chest. He didn't move for a few moments and then he cursed softly. He started to slowly pull himself off of me and I felt his penis leave my shorts. He stopped for a moment, probably trying to figure out how to separate our legs without waking me up. I didn't give him the chance.
"Morning, Kev!" I said as I snapped my eyes open.
"Ummm...morning..."
"Did you have fun while I slept or what?" I grinned an evil grin at my best friend.
"I'm not sure...ummm...sorry?" He looked almost terrified.
"Well...the cum in my shorts isn't mine. How about explaining it."
"I don't really remember. I had a dream that I was, uh, well..." His voice shook as he spoke. He didn't seem to be noticing my grin and his eyes looked moist. "I must've... I'm so sorry..."
"Was I in the dream or just a convenient leg?"
"I don't remember who was in the dream. I can't believe I did this!" A single tear dropped out of his eye and landed on the blanket. He looked at me for a moment and then started crying in earnest. I certainly didn't mean to make him cry. Kevin and I had been best friends for four years, ever since we met in the fifth grade. We talked about everything (except sex since his family was very religious and I wasn't sure if I was ready to tell him that I was gay) and had slept in this bed together countless times. We had always been very affectionate towards each other so I didn't even think about it when he started to cry. I sat up and wrapped my arms around him and told him that it was okay.
After a while he stopped crying. He was a bit prone to tears and this was not the first time I had comforted him, though usually the cause was his asshole of a father. He sat in my arms for a few more moments and then got up. He looked down at the wet spot on my boxers.
"I hope that doesn't stain..." He said and his trademark lopsided grin came back.
"I'm sure it'll be fine though you could go get me a towel so I can clean it up!"
"Sure!" Kevin dashed off to the bathroom across the hall and returned with a small green hand-towel. I pushed off my shorts letting them drop on to the floor. For all of our closeness, this was probably only the fifth time he had seen me naked and definitely the first time he had seen me hard. My erection had not died down at all.
He stared at me for a moment and then softy said, "I made the mess. I should clean it up." He had a strange look in his eyes as he bent over my crotch and slowly wiped the cum out of my pubic hair. I gasped slightly as his towel-covered hand ran slowly over my balls to remove the semen that had dripped there. Kevin dropped the towel on the floor, still hovering over my privates, and moved his hand almost to my dick. I really thought he would do it. I thought he was going to touch me.
"BREAKFAST," my mother screamed from the bottom of the stairs. Her usual wake up call broke the moment and he pulled away from me. Neither of us said anything as we pulled on our clothes. I switched to briefs in an attempt to hide my erection and handed a spare pair to Kevin so he could do the same with his. He said a quiet thanks and pushed his boxers off. He stood motionless for a moment as if he was intentionally giving me time to check out his exposed genitals. I got a good look at them. The penis that had found it's way into my shorts was about five inches long and perfect. It stuck out from his sparse, strawberry-blond, pubic hair like an arrow. His balls looked kind of small and his scrotum was completely hairless and rather wrinkled. The whole picture made me even harder and I almost reached for his dick but the thunder that was my mother's voice roared from below again and we quickly finished pulling on our underwear, jeans, and t-shirts.
The day progressed from there as if nothing strange and exciting had happened. We ate breakfast, chatted, joked, went to the movies, and played video games. Kevin stayed over for dinner, as usual, and then we watched a stupid movie on HBO. Around eight in the evening Kevin's mother called to see if her son was coming home that night or not (a usual occurrence on Saturdays) and my mom told her that he wasn't and that she would drive Kevin home the next day after church. My mom always told his mom that she would take him home after church. His mom assumed she meant after WE got back from church. My mom meant that it would be after his mom got back from church. We didn't belong to a church and I was always thankful that Kevin's mother never caught on to our bit of deception. My mom was cool that way. When we heard the usual conversation that locked Kevin into staying the night again he looked at me with a bit of fear in his eyes. It was almost as if he wasn't sure if I would want him to stay. I smiled at him and ruffled his fluffy blond hair. He relaxed visibly. After the stupid movie was over we watched another one, pretty standard for a Saturday evening around my house. When it was finally over my mother ushered us off to bed. Fourteen years old and I still get sent to bed at ten p.m. on a Saturday. Sheesh.
Kevin followed me up the stairs to the bathroom where we dutifully brushed our teeth. Normally he would have left the bathroom to give me privacy to pee but I didn't really give him the chance. He was still brushing when I walked to the toilet, unzipped, and let go. He stopped brushing and watched me pee. When I had squeezed out the last drops and put it all away he switched places with me and took care of his business while I put away the toothpaste and watched him intently. It occurred to me that his penis was just as cute soft as it had been hard. I started getting aroused again thinking about his erection from the morning. When he was done we went into my bedroom.
One habit that my mother managed to drill into my head at an early age was to never get into an un-made bed. Kevin always snickered at me when made my bed before we got into it at night. My back was turned to Kevin as I smoothed and tucked the blankets but I could hear Kevin getting undressed. I expected to turn around and see him in my spare briefs but I think I hid my surprise when I found him standing naked as the day he was born. His face looked expectant, as if he was a little kid waiting to see if he did something correctly for the first time. I felt myself grin as I quickly removed my clothes. He was still (mostly) soft and I almost hesitated before removing my underwear due to my very hard erection. He watched me undress and didn't seem surprised to see my almost six inches of hard penis. He didn't say anything as he walked around to the left side of the bed and got under the covers. I slipped under the covers on my side (Kevin had slept over so often that even when I was alone I only slept on the right side of the bed). While pretending to get comfortable I moved closer to the center of the bed, something that I had not done in the past. Kevin mimicked my act and very quickly we were shoulder to shoulder.
We lay like that for quite a while, probably a half an hour, with both of us staring straight up at the ceiling. Eventually I looked over at Kevin, not really expecting him to be sleeping. He wasn't. He was looking directly at my face and the light blanket was tented at his crotch. I sat up a bit, not really knowing what to do. Kevin straightened his right arm and laid it across my pillow where my head had been. I turned onto my side and moved over to him. He wrapped his right arm around my shoulders and leaned his head into my neck. One soft kiss to the neck later his eyes were locked again onto mine. Without thought I laid my head down on his chest and wrapped his left leg between my thighs. I knew I was in the same position he had been the night before, lying vaguely on top of my friend with my penis buried in his crotch. He stroked my hair slowly as I caressed his soft, slender chest. On instinct I moved my head down a bit and kissed his nipple. He sighed softly. I looked up into his eyes and saw a great happiness in them. Both of us moved a bit and our lips were touching. We kissed for the first time and it was wonderful. We kissed for a long time. It was like a dam breaking under the pressure. I was gay and so was my best friend.
When our lips finally separated he said, "You were in my dream and what happened last night started when I was asleep but by the time I was done I was awake but couldn't pull away from you."
"I wouldn't have been able to, either. I've wanted this for a long time. I love you, Kevin."
"I love you, too. Can we kiss some more?" I smiled and locked my lips again to his. Our kissing before had been tender and we had concentrated on the kissing. This time my hands were all over his chest, feeling his body and eventually I found my way to his penis. Finally I had his beautiful dick in my hand. Finally I felt his soft public hair and his little balls. His hands went all over my back and down to my cheeks and then under to my very hard cock and hairless balls. I broke the kiss and lick his nipples again. I really liked doing that and he shuddered and moaned while I played.
I knew I couldn't wait anymore. I left his nipples and licked my way down his chest and then past his belly button. I stopped and pushed my nose into his hair, smelling his boyness. My tongue and instincts took control as I cupped his balls with my hand and started licking his penis. I wasn't sucking it yet, just licking it. Up and around his shaft until I got to the head with it's little drop of pre-cum at the slit. I licked the drop off and then got the head very wet with my darting tongue. He was moaning loudly now. I opened my mouth and engulfed the head of his penis. I hoped my mother hadn't heard the moan that I had just caused. I went further down on him, taking most of his sweet penis into my mouth. I loved it and from the sounds I wasn't the only one. I did what I thought was right and moved up and down on my beautiful friend's penis. It was apparently close enough since only moments later he mumbled something unrecognizable and his cock started shooting cum into my mouth. I suppose I should have expected that to happen but for some reason I never did. I did the best I could and swallowed furiously but some of it dripped out of my mouth and into his pubes. I stroked his balls as he came in my mouth and when he was done I, almost reluctantly, let his penis fall from my mouth.
His eyes were closed and for a moment I thought he had fallen asleep. I moved back up to him and he opened his pretty blue eyes. He kissed me and pushed me flat onto the bed. Without a word or any hesitation he slipped down to my crotch. I had been frenzied and swift with my worship of his penis but he seemed to have other ideas. He licked me, very slowly, all over my crotch. His tongue bathed my penis, my balls, and my brown pubic hair. Then he slowly ran his tongue in circles around my penis until he got to the tip. He licked off the ample amounts of pre-cum that continued to leak out of my penis. He spent well over ten minutes licking my balls and my dick and only moments before I came he slipped all of it into his mouth. The sudden warmth and wetness pushed me over the edge and I came with a loud noise that could only be called a squeak (and it was...years later he still referred to the noise as my loss-of-virginity squeak). I'm pretty sure he swallowed some of my semen but there was still a hell of a lot left to leak out of his mouth into my pubes and onto my balls. As good as sex has always felt afterwards, nothing has ever been as good as that first blowjob from Kevin.
After I was done cumming, Kevin pulled himself and the blanket up over me. We kissed a bit as we found a comfortable cuddling position but we were both spent and we quickly fell asleep in each other's arms. I really don't recall ever having slept so well in my life. In fact, neither Kevin nor I heard any of my mother's thunder the next morning. Since this had never happened before she must have gotten worried so she marched up the stairs and opened my door. My mother is a very intelligent woman and was probably wondering about me to begin with so the sight of the two of us cuddled up naked, with the blanket mostly on the floor, was not at all confusing to her. We woke up about ten minutes later (I'm guessing a bit here) to find her sitting in my desk chair next to my bed staring at her naked son and his naked lover.
"I do not want to be around if your Father ever finds out about this, Kevin." That was all she said and she got up and went back downstairs.
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